The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-12-06
STORY BOOK LADIES.
Readable Extracts From Three Popular
Novels Of the Day.

NNoNcAs VI hhO my
snow, Miss Penhalligan." said the
! Squire. 81 am glad have cornered you,
for l want word. You are spelling
Mrs. Gaverock. 1t is very kind of you
to come. but don't condole with her-it
makes her worse. She wants stirring
up. i know women"
pardon me-you do not"
IL not know themr' laughed the
old man. "Golly! have had sixty
five years experience of them, and I
ought to understand them"
mo, you have spent sixty-fve years
in their society, and you understand
them less now than you did sixty-fve
years ago. Then YOU might have
learned, now you are past ACQUIRING
the knowledge"
The old man stared at Loveday,
amazed at her audacity.
You think" pursued the girl. ''that
a woman's soul is to be tinkered with a
slater's axe. 1t is of too fine a nature
to be touched even with the thumb.
When a particle of dust enters your
watch and stops the hand you hold
your breath as you examine the works
lest a breath should rust them. A
woman's heart is more delicate in its
mechanism than that, and a rough
touch and Il rude blast will spoil it for
ever. You know our Cornish proverb.
The earth is strewn with pot
sherds. 1t means that every
where, in every village, almost in
every house, are broken lives
lives broken by rough usage and
careless handling. You would have
used the finger-glasses for a jest and a
forfeit, and needed nothing if they
fell and were shattered. We poor
women are like these same finger
glasses-full of fresh and pure water
for you men to dip your soiled fingers
into and cleanse them, not for you to
convert into bumpers to break for
wager. THE GaUerOcks.
You are not at all stupid, my dear
Sydney, yet you betray continually
mans inevitable coarseness of COM
prehensiOn where women are con.
cerned. You believe that one set of
feelings exists which is the unique and
universal possession of our sex, and
that these are either perfect or per-
verted. You never realize that there
are women and women, and if one
swerves from the conventional, ideal
type You must paint her as a monster
Your adOred Thackeray knew no me-
dunn between Becky Sharp and
Amelia. The woman of tho
world may be heartless-does she ever
harass a man like one of the tender
beings who are all heart? She recog.
nizes the difference between masculine
and feminine nature. Her husband
has his diversions, into which she can
not enter, and prudently refrains from
inquiring. The angelic wife weepS if
the beloved object does not give a
strict account of every moment spent
out of her presence. The woman of
the world is tolerant, good-tempered,
philosophical. The deity of the hearth
is meek, bitter, unreasonable
The one accepts life and
you as she finds both. The
other has never been at home on this
unregencrate earth and offers herself
up living sacrifice to Your predilec-
tons, with perpetual reminder of the
fact To Your unworthy self. If
were a man | would rather be cheated
by Becky than adorcd by Amelia. Il
was such clever. good-humorcd cheat
ing and such pensivc. uncomfortable
alteration. Game Of Chance.
Which is the superior of the two
the woman or the man? In brute
strength we have the advantage. but in
intellect she is probably our equal, il
only we will give her fair play. And
in purity, in tenderness. in lOn@-suffer-
ing, in fidelity, in MI the Christian viz
tues. which is the superior in these
things? Oman! whoever you are, think
of your mother and your sisters; think
of the eyes that first looked love upon
you and the heart that dreams it still;
think of her who nursed you in sick
ness. of her who stood by you in trou-
BILE when all others would have none Of
you, and then answer. Woman, divin-
est of Gods creatures, golden vessel
turned to common uses, sweet star
made to serve as the drunkard's lamp
and the profligate's plaything; yes.
plucked from your native skies to be
worn alike by the fool, the knave and
the self-seeker. and yet faithful TO
them all; to be trod into the dirt by the
earthly brute, and jeered at by the
heartless cynic-how Unreasonable is
the injustice, how vast the wrong that
has been and is daily being heaped
upon you! How much we hear of
woman's duty to man, how little of
y